A permanent job, for the first time ever. The woefully underpaid contract he was on was up at the end of the financial year and was definitely not going to be renewed, which as you can imagine put the pressure on me a bit to return to work quickly and full time after the baby.
He’s been looking for somewhere permanent for a year and a half, but there have been so few jobs to even apply for with the budget cuts neatly killing off both the academic and public sectors, and all the private and third sector inductries that rely on government contracts (thanks for that Gideon and Dave), that it was beginning to look pretty hopeless. Thankfully though there are still occasional pockets of specialists where the understaffing is so severe that they are allowed to recruit even during a recruitment freeze, so he’s going to change profession once again to be a government statistician. It means starting from entry level but think it’ll suit him and he’ll do well.
And it means I can take proper maternity leave and we have some options for how we manage our working time after that. I am SO relieved!
The photo is just a crappy instagram one, but it shows him in his interview clothes so I thought it was appropriate.